"Don't even think about it!" Facing Han Lengxuan's brazen threat, Nangong Qingcheng's face turned livid as she coldly spoke.
"Haha! In a moment, you'll know if I can make it happen or not!" Han Lengxuan sneered, "I'll crush your pride, make you kneel and grovel like the cheapest whore. That feeling must be exhilarating. Of course, if you refuse, I'll have everyone here take their turn with you. I promise you'll enjoy that even more! Hahahaha!"
"Haha!" Hearing Han Lengxuan's words, a few young men behind him also gathered around, looking menacingly and laughing loudly.
They were all some of Han Lengxuan's followers, also from wealthy families, though certainly not as prominent as Zhou Zikun and Pan Sheng.
